Lyrics:
Who did it?
You don't really gotta know
Why you asking
You think this gig's just for show
You know I kill for a living
It's my fucking expertise
I
to make it big
To make it on jumbotrons and play huge gigs
We're tired of playing in a garage
We just wanna make it large
So do us a favor and get us famous
Saturday
"Everything Sucks" In my ear
She's mad again
Same old mistake
Gotta see her tonight
And then suddenly
A new mail just came in
"We got gigs
Och tillägna mitt liv till att döda nån
Jag hatar gig nästan mer än jag hatar snuten
En massa toppade barn som står och drar en i kuken
Och e man
hear this song again
And we've got a gig but we'll need some practice
The way home might have some traffic
Playlist, take it away
Try not to cry
Look at these bots, they're having fun
I am so glad, I gig on the run
Is it all real or am I dreaming?
The sun is up, the fun is upon us
We're all
Hey you
It's a big pleasure see you again
A lot of things have happened since the last time here
Did you remember the gig we did on 92?
We were
Getting shocked with a pole
Forced to run in place
Til the shoes have no soul
Automated gig
Got me wondering how we stay man
Beak up to the stone
Fucking
for me to want you like a movie star
Twenty minutes 'till your gig kicks off again
So I'm spitballing all the witty things that run through my head
Need
he'll find a gig one day
'Til then she's gotta grind for the pay
He wakes up 2pm
Grabs up the fruit loops
Shakes em up
Yeah there's a couple scoops
Got
Mit Mg auf Rap Gigs
Ethisch rechtlich
Alles was ich mach immer noch recht moralisch
Lass die Anwaltskammer brenn'
Vor Kameras nicht Ben
Brauch nur Stift
it
Least I can chuck the deuces to this piece of shit gig (Bye)
You know I hate this job so you know that I'm serious
Uh, now let the story begin (Now
On the street and gigs
Getting fucked up with the crew
Going crazy on the street and shit
Knocking back the brew
We try out all the boozers
Taking
us
Now let's talk about the album
Okay
What about it
Yo remember the KFC gig with Mighty Ducks
Bruh and we didn't get paid
We had to walk to your cabin
that final kiss
Live a story for the kids
Or do it just for shits and gigs
Tryna make a memory
That lasts for all eternity
Something you can reminisce
I didn't mean to famous last words
I never meant to get so high on the 4th of July right before my gig
Wearing my blue hippie killer baby tank
I
the reaping season
Always leaping yearly from
Gig to gig at my selfish convenience
Plus I know I'm late
Morning breaf reach for the Colgate
Boss hit me up man
Of this marsupial pugilist hurling forth
On a,
Whirly-gig says the world's-a-gig
Candy all day no teeth just wigs all tricks no sleeves
Conquest start quest
fabulous
Presence at the gigs
But when you go inside
You'll find I'm with my mind
I'm dying slowly
Just remember
It doesn't matter
(Yee)
Tonight (Tonight)
city
Got myself a gig up there
Yeah
Got myself a gig up there
You were the soul singer
I was your man
But you knew how to play the game
I was your
Cleaning up confetti after the party
No time limit or any tardy
The fun is over
The gig is done
There's no "getting closure"
Just sit with me
the hustle repeats
(Kggga phiii) I spit on your feet
I'm up on my feet
Without any fee, I'm ditching your gig bitch
I gotta plan for my seed
20 Fuckin 22, I'm
alone again
the gig is up
and I just want to say
it was fun while it lasted
I tried my best for sure
but once she opens her mouth
I’m torn between
the love
Seeing no gain
Playing through pain
All because our love of the game
You know
So many nights
So many nights
And so many gigs
So many gigs
Waiting
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